“We wake if we ever wake at all, to mystery, to rumours of death, beauty, violence ….” Annie Dillard
Failing To See When did mystery become anxious that it needed something by way of self-denial to be acceptable, and who decided to strip you naked that we might see you clearly through the murky mist of time, and ponder your meanings. Did we need to break down your door, claiming your space as our own, becoming so familiar as to have no illusions, failing to see how our thirst for certainty becomes a cabinet filled with conclusions which has emptied us of longing. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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You do go to the heart of the matter with this one. It could work for either Christmas or Easter or anything else for that matter–even the rampant conspiracy theories running amuck today.
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Yes, we always seem to need to know everything, to have control, so sad. Thank you Pat.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful, perhaps we did need to break down that door
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To get a glimpse. But the irony is that true mystery always eludes. I think, to a degree, it draws us, Spurs us on.
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Yes it does, just outside of reach, or if reached, hard to hold onto
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Absolutely so.
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I fully agree, Paul! Sorry, had another delay! Wish you a blessed and Happy New Year! You are living in the new world. 😉 We have to come closer, but i want to have Koala’s too. 🙂 Michael
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Yes, Happy New Year Michael.
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Thank you, Paul! 🙂
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My pleasure Michael 🙂
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:-))
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A sad one today.
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Yes, if only we’d let things be.
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Somebody used that picture here on WordPress for a writing challenge, if I remember correctly.
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Let the mysteries be!
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Yes, please! Thank you for adding to the voice Chris.
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My immediate thought was that this poem should be a cautionary tale for genealogists, particularly DNA genealogists. My next thought was that in those late-night conversations with my dad in his cluttered office at the top of the stairs, I was after certainty; he was content with the Divine Mystery.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Awesome Poem🤓Im ready to Break All Door’s Down😉
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🙂 I thought you might. Thank you so much.
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I love this one! 😀 a great poem!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You’re welcome XOX
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Wow great poem – very powerful
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Thank you very much indeed.
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